Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 10:22:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Jess Sudhir Subject: farmboys-and-ghettoboyz/epilogue (interracial) "Suck my dick! Suck my dick! Bacaw! Suck my dick!" "Shut up, Polly," I said, draping a cloth over her cage. Why my roommate had taught his parrot to say that, I had no idea. It had proved an embarrassment on more than one occasion. Today, however, any distraction was welcome. There was a cold hard knot of tension down in the depths of my stomach that I definitely wanted to forget about. "No need to be nervous," I repeated to myself. "It's only an old friend. It's only an old friend." "...and your first lover," added a voice, unbidden, from somewhere in the back of my mind. "Right," I said aloud. "My first..." I couldn't complete the sentence. Instead, I drifted into a reverie, as I considered everything that had happened in the past several years. It had seemed like such a long time. I had stuck to my studies, and was finishing a tough but successful freshman year at NYU. Tyshawn was a different story. He had dropped out of high school, and drifted into a world of drugs, fast women and easy money. He had missed the birth of his son when he got caught for possession and sentenced to a mandatory eighteen months. After his release, he had shocked us all by coming out in a major way. The last I'd heard he was a drag queen hanging out in the West Village. We weren't in touch. We got the occasional postcard or Christmas letter from the Boysens. Bobby had married young, and had a baby daughter. The twins were in college somewhere out in the midwest. And Randy? It was his senior year in high school, he was considering NYU, and wanted to know if he could come up and stay with me for a few days. I couldn't very well say no. -------------------- farmboys and ghettoboyz part v: epilogue by jess sudhir -------------------- By the time the doorbell finally rang, I was almost shaking I was so nervous. Well, there was no way around it. I flung the door open wide, but my words of welcome froze on my lips. This couldn't be my former bedmate standing in front of me! Gone was the skinny freckled kid with the scowl on his face. Instead, I was greeted by a handsome, devilish-looking redhead, dressed head-to-toe in street fashions draped over an athletic hardbody. "Derrone!" said the vision in FUBU, stepping forward to embrace me in a crushing bear hug. There was something indescribably familiar about his scent, even altered by the years, and disguised under a cloud of cheap cologne. It was older, yes, a man's musk rather than the funk of a teenager, but it was still recognizably his. A flood of repressed memories invaded my mind, and my dick went hard in my pants. "Randy!" I said, working to disengage myself before he noticed the rod trying to push its way through my thin khakis. "It's good to see you. You didn't have any trouble finding the place?" "Nah, dawg," he said. "Just followed your directions." "Come in, come in," I said. "Just have a seat on my bed." "This crib is tiny," he said. "Do two of you really live here?" "Believe it or not," I said. "But that's the city for you. This little closet is probably worth more than your entire farm." "No shit!" said Randy, as I pulled up a chair across from him. As I sat down, I discretely tried to hide my boner. Man! I cursed his baggy clothes that wouldn't let me see if he had one too or not. But why was I thinking that way? It had been years since I had obsessed over another guy's crotch like this. I thought I had outgrown it. "So how it be, dawg?" said Randy. "Everything a'iight?" "Um, yeah." I said. "You know, you don't have to talk like that for me." Unexpectedly, Randy blushed, turning a crimson shade almost as red as his auburn hair. "...or his dick!" whispered the voice in my mind. "That's... that's just the way I talk to everyone," he said. "I watch a lot of BET." "Oh," I said. "I don't want you to think I'm making fun of you, or something," he said. "I'm just really into black culture. They call me `the whigger' at school." "I didn't think you were making fun of me," I said. "I just thought it was odd that a country boy was spouting more slang than I did." Randy winced. "Yeah, I'll try not to," he said. "I'm just really into black. I mean I have been ever since... ever since..." There was a pause, and unspoken words rang loudly in the silence. "Yes?" I prompted him. "Ever since you... and Tyshawn came to visit," he said. Then he buried his face in his hands and laughed. "That's a lie," he said. "I mean, it's true. But what I really wanted to say was... ever since you rammed your black dick up my white ass." "Ever since I what?" I said. I mean I knew what he said, I just couldn't believe he had come right out and said it. Randy blushed again. "I can't believe I just said that," he said as he stood up. "Look I guess I'll just be leaving now." "Sit down!" I said, grabbing him by the wrist. The feeling was electric, just like it always had been. "I mean... don't talk silly. I mean, don't talk about leaving. You didn't say anything wrong." Randy sat obediently, and massaged his wrist. I guess I grabbed him harder than I meant to. "I mean it's just what happened right?" I added. Randy broke out in a smile. "I'm so glad to hear you say that," he said. "This may sound silly, but... it was like I wasn't sure it all really happened like I remembered it. Or that you wouldn't want to think about it. I mean... it was a real long time ago." "Yeah, long ago," I agreed. "I mean, you probably have a girlfriend now." "Yeah," agreed Randy. "You?" "Yeah," I said. "She goes to Columbia." "Right," said Randy. "That was way back when. Long long ago." There was a long pause. "Look," I said finally. "My roommate gets home at four. So if we're going to do anything, we better do it now." Randy's face lit up. "I thought you'd never ask!" he said. In a moment, his FUBU jersey was lying on the floor. "Holy shit!" I said. "You're beautiful!" "I work out a lot, yo," said Randy modestly, one hand unconsciously shielding his sculpted chest. I reached out and touched him, and he shivered all over, grabbing my hand, and pressing it to where I could feel his heart throbbing in his rib cage. Without the baggy jersey hanging over it, I could clearly see a bulge in those fashion jeans, and it was the work of a moment to free it. The fluffy shock of red pubic hair was just as I remembered, but the shaft rising up from it had surely grown since I saw it last. "Aohhh," Randy moaned, as I grasped him in my hand. "Ohhh!" "Take off the rest of your clothes!" I ordered. "I want to see you." Wordlessly, Randy obeyed, working his pants and boxers down, as I continued to hold him in the moist palm of my hand. And there he stood in front of me, naked and perfect and mine. "There's something I want to try that I've never done," I said. "What's that?" squeaked Randy. Although it wasn't hot, his body was covered in sweat. I didn't reply, but wordlessly went to my knees, meeting the angry warmth of his red rod with the coolness of my lips. "Ahhh!" said Randy and his knees went weak. "Sit down again," I said. "Just sit back and relax." He nodded and complied, his body still shaking. This time I took the entire head into my mouth. It was different than I had always imagined, spongy and warm rather than hard and smooth. Slightly salty of course, but somehow slightly sweet too. I swallowed a bit more of it, and Randy moaned as if he were dying. "Here I am," I thought. "I've finally become the cocksucker my brother always thought I was." But I didn't like to think of that. Not with the heady smell of Randy's pubes invading my nostrils. So instead I tried to suck a little more of him in, but he pushed my head back gently. "Stop, Derrone," he said, his face as red as sunset. "What? doesn't it feel good?" I asked. "It feels amazing!" he said. "But I don't want to nut yet, and I can't hold it much longer." I nodded, and we switched places. "You take off your clothes too," said Randy. "I've dreamed so long of seeing you again." It was done as soon as thought of, and soon Randy was teasing my massive erection with his hand, as his head rested against my thigh. "Look at the contrast of my white skin and your brown skin," he said. "I love it. I love the different colors." "Quit talking, you fucker," I said. "And start..." I didn't get to finish the sentence. Already he was hungrily sucking me in. "Oh fucking shit!" I said, as I grasped his head in both hands. "It feels so fucking good!" Even though I had experienced the pleasures of his mouth many times in our youth, there was something different about having this muscular young man kneeling at the altar of my loins. The obvious pleasure he took in it gave me a feeling like being at the top of the world, and I humped my hips against his mouth in helpless ecstasy. "There, that should be enough," he said. "No! what do you mean? don't stop!" I moaned. "Enough spit so that you don't kill me when you fuck me," he said. Fuck him? Was he really asking me to fuck him? "Are you sure?" I said. "Look at me," said Randy. "Look into my eyes. I want your fucking black dick shoved as far up inside my white ass as it can go. I want you inside me. I've got to have it! I need you to fuck me!" "Hell," I said. "I can't refuse that." ----------------------- Sometimes I like to imagine myself as a bird, soaring high above this dirty and beloved city. My bright beady eye seeks high and low for people having sex. A strange fascination for a bird you say. But is it? There are people who enjoy the sight of animals mating, so why shouldn't a bird return the favor? Many things catch my eye as I drift on the heated updrafts. A boy and girl, losing their virginities on a rooftop. A heavyset man in a back alley, getting a blow job from a painted whore. Two men in business suits catching a quicky in the woods of Central Park. But the best sex being had anywhere in the city, is what I see when I perch on the windowsill of a certain apartment near NYU. Inside, there are two young men fucking, with all the energy and athleticism of their young years. The black one is on top of the white, burying his tool deep within his partner. The two of them moan and groan and twist and squirm --and I watch them until they reach their messy climax, the white one spraying the room with his seed, the black planting his sperm deep inside his lover. I watch further, and see the two friends side by side, exhausted from their exertions, but enthralled by the renewal of their old intimacy. I watch, and then, I fly upwards, above the smog and noise, into the clear blue of the endless sky. FINIS --------------------------------------------- farmboys and ghettoboyz by jess sudhir part i: city2country part ii: rivers and rydes part iii: the infamous hayloft part iv: thug dreams part v: epilogue inspired by "river story" by "don" this is a work of fiction ---------------------------------------------